Date: Fri, 2 Nov 2001 14:32:14 EST
From: Dragonknight2222@aol.com
Subject: Tutoring the Football Jock Part 5
Tutoring the Football Jock (Part 5)
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To the Reader: Okay, here is Part 5. Sorry, if it took to long, I've been
busy. Tell me if you think it is getting boring or if you have any
suggestions. Thanks to all the people who encouraged me to continue
writing. Enjoy...
My eyes opened slowly. I looked around the room trying to recall
where I was. I heard a faint snoring sound somewhere close. My eyes
wandered over to the clock, 6:30. "Time to go to school," I thought. I
tried to move but soon became aware of a weight on my back. I slowly
turned to see the beautiful Keith had one meaty arm holding me tight. I
almost fell back to sleep right there, but I knew I had to go to school. My
parents would kill me if they found out I skipped.
I managed to duck out of bed and leave the snoring giant to sleep a
little longer. I quickly began to shower. My morning hardon was begging for
attention and my mind pondered the previous night's entertainment. I
thought I heard a groan, but over the sound of the shower I couldn't tell.
That is until he stepped in the shower. I smiled and he grabbed me,
pulling me next to him and giving me a deep, hard, kiss. I melted in his
arms and he smiled, "trying to run away?"
Then I felt his morning hardon pushing into my stomach. I looked
down at it and then back into his eyes. "Since you're here," I said,
turning around and pretending not to see the large cock, "would you mind
washing my back?"
"Sure," he replied taking the bar of soap. He got some soap and
gently massaged my back with the soap. I leaned against the wall as his
fingers trailed down to my lower back. Suddenly his finger slipped into my
ass crack and he began to clean my ass. I moaned in delight as he pushed
his finger into my ass hole. He probed and quickly found my prostate. I
moaned and panted as he massaged the tiny gland. One by one more fingers
entered my hole. He didn't fist me, but instead removed his fingers from
my ass. His cock touched my ass hole and I immediately leaned back on it,
urging it to move deeper in me. I moaned again and again as he sunk inch
after inch of his monster into my puckering hole. He leaned in and began
to nibble at my ear. "Like that?" he asked. I practically screamed yes, I
begged him to fuck me good and hard. Steam rose all around us as he began
to swiftly fuck me. He was rough, rougher than usual, but still sensual.
I moaned and encouraged him to fuck me harder. I let out a final scream of
ecstasy as I shot my load all over the shower wall. I was exhausted, but
Keith was still going strong. Harder and harder he pounded me, I finally
clamped my ass hole as hard as I could. I clamped my hands over my ears as
he screamed in orgasm. Just like before, rivers of cum flew from his cock
and into my warm ass hole. The smell of steamy sex filled the shower as he
held me tight, milking out the last of his cum.
He finally pulled out and we washed each other's body with the care
of a mother. We were both exhausted when we climbed out of the shower and
dried off. I tried to wear Kieth's clothes but they were too big. I
managed to find some stuff that didn't fit Keith anymore and wore that. By
the time I came down with my backpack he had made a little toast. I looked
at the clock, 7:45. He looked from me to the clock and nodded in
understanding, we had 15 minutes to get to school. We ate the toast on the
way and talked a little as he drove. We finally pulled up to the school
and he asked the question we were both too embarrassed to ask.
"What are you doing after school?" he asked innocently.
"Nothing, you?"
"I have football practice."
"Oh," I said, and then thought, "of course you do. This is where
everything gets weird. Now what, when will I get to see you again?"
"Do you need me to drive you home?" he asked.
"That would be nice," I replied casually, then I gathered all of my
courage and asked him, "do you wanna make an extra stop on the way?"
He smiled and quickly nodded. He kissed me on the cheek again and
we both climbed out of his pickup truck. We ran off to class, going our
separate way in the hall.
I wasn't sure how to act now that I was in school. I couldn't act
gay and it was still socially wrong to talk to Keith. I acted as normal as
I could, which was pretty normal. I would see Keith in the hall and our
eyes would meet, at those times I felt my knees go weak and my heart start
beating really fast. Then our eyes would move and I was back to normal.
He seemed to look at me more than he used to, but we never got a chance to
talk. We had separate lunches so we really didn't get to talk, but that
was okay. It felt nice just to see him.
I did see Coach. I was passing by gym and our eyes met. There was
anger and resentment and even lust in those eyes, or that eye is the better
word. His left eye had been swollen up beyond belief; someone had hit him
really hard. He also limped and rubbed a lot of his muscles. My friend
said he got in a fight at a bar and was really beat up, I had a slightly
different idea of what happened to him. When I saw him again, in the gym,
he started walking towards me. Even with his limp he walked remarkably
fast to me. I froze, afraid to move as the memories of him scared me to
death.
"Coach, look out!" someone cried. A basketball suddenly flew into
his face knocking him down. He groaned and slowly leaned up, his eyes went
wide in fear, and he began to walk the other way. I turned and saw Keith
shouting at some kid to get him the basketball, our eyes met for a split
second and I could have sworn he winked at me. A warm tingling sensation
ran through me as I passed him to get to my next class.
The rest of the day was uneventful and eventually the bell rang to
go home. I didn't know where to go. Normally I went to the library if I
had to stay after school, but I didn't know when Keith would get out of
practice. Our school had three different football teams and all three
practiced at different times. I asked a friend, "when does football
practice end?"
"Which team?"
"I don't know," I said, "the team that Keith's on,"
"I don't know," the kid said, "usually for him at 4, but he got in
trouble for missing yesterday. Why do you want to know?"
The question at first scared me, but then I made an excuse, "I'm
tutoring him and he's taking me home so I need to find out when to meet
him. Why don't you just go out to the field, wait for him on the benches."
I decided to do it, but it made me feel awfully dumb. What was
little shrimpy me doing out on the football field. Coach Shwertz was there
taking the team through their drills, he said Coach Fitzgerd went home
early to keep recovering from his injuries. He aloud me to sit on the
bleachers where I calmly read a book.
Coach called a water break and I looked up from my book, hoping to
talk to Keith for a moment. All the players rushed to get water but I
couldn't find Keith. "Hey Steven. What are you doing here," one of the
football players asked, a little out of breath.
"I'm waiting for Keith, he wanted me to tutor him. Where is he by
the way," the kid pointed to the track, "Keith's not getting water today.
When we take breaks he jogs the track in his gear,"
"Why," I asked.
"He skipped practice yesterday and missed it again yesterday. Plus
he is failing two classes, so Coach is punishing him."
"Seems kind of harsh don't you think?" I asked, but before he could
respond Coach called the players back to practice.
I waited another half-hour before Coach ended practice. Then I
calmly waited for Keith to jog another 3 laps around the track; he finished
quick and collapsed on the bench next to me. He tore off his helmet
desperate to get more oxygen. I handed him a cup of water, which he gulped
down. After making sure the other team members had gone back I bent down
to untie his shoelaces, trying to help the exhausted boy get some energy
back. By the time I took off his socks and shoes he said he was ready to
go back. He thanked me for trying to help and I apologized for getting him
in trouble. He messed up my hair and said it was nothing. I felt small as
we walked, as if I was 5 and he was 20.
"Well, where do I go," I asked as we came to the locker room.
"Come in with me," he said, "we can't do anything but you can wait
for me inside. It'll be nice and air-conditioned in there."
I was nervous about being in a room with all those hunky guys but
he reassured me I'd be fine. Inside I sat down on one of the benches while
he finished undressing and went off to the showers. I kept reading as the
football players began to return, my eyes darted around more than once at
the sometimes butt naked players.
"What are you doing in here," one asked.
I began to answer, but someone answered for me. "He's trying to
get raped." To me he said, "isn't that right faggot."
Everyone started laughing. "Leave him alone," one kid said, "he's
Keith's toy."
"That's okay, I won't break him, just make him bleed," more
laughter erupted.
"Come on Steven. Your big jocks here with his big cock."
My breathing quickened, I was getting scared and I didn't know what
to do. I looked up fearfully and the players began to draw closer.
Suddenly their features changed from sexy to hideously bestial. I wanted
to run away but I knew I wouldn't get far.
"Hey, what the Hell's goin on here!?" a voice asked.
I was careful not to show it, but inside me whole body beamed.
Keith had come and started shoving guys out of the way.
"We're just messin with your little cock-whore," some kid
Keith shoved the kid into a locker; "all of you shut up. Steven's
the nicest kid here and he is tutoring me for free, which is good cause I
gotta get my grades up or I'm off the football team. And he'd helped me
out a lot more if my punk-ass friends didn't annoy him understand you bunch
of mother fucker's!!!"
That shut everyone up, including me. They all quietly scampered
off while he finished getting dressed. When he was down we calmly walked
out. I went out before him so I couldn't be sure, but I'm almost positive
he shot another look into that locker room that told everyone that he meant
business.
Meanwhile we walked to his truck silently, I could feel the anger
radiate from him. When we climbed in his anger broke down to
sorrow. "Steven I'm sorry for what they did. I'll go kick everyone of
there little asses if you want me too okay," tears welled up in his eyes
and his voice cracked. I couldn't believe he would get so emotional.
"It's okay," I said, my hand found his, "it's all over and I'm
still here, so it's okay."
He nodded and drove me home. The cars in the driveway were missing
so I knew my parents weren't home. I looked up at him and smiled, "do you
wanna come in?" I asked.
He smiled and weakly nodded. "Good," I said, "because there is
something I wanted talk to you about..."
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